the ugly writers

The Basements I’ve Haunted

There is a mannequin in the basement at work. It moves around, it used to startle me. Now I pretend I don’t notice. And it pretends it doesn’t see me. There are ghosts there, and we both pretend not to notice each other. We have reached an uncomfortable impasse.
the ugly writers

Aging Backwards

Die first and get this out of the way.  Pass the wisdom of age onto a younger version of myself when my vitality is at its peak and end up a glimmer in my parent’s eye.  What an intriguing idea!  Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.  Time marches on, and all of us yields to the unchanging law of entropy.
the ugly writers

Sabelia

Together the king and his court members ruled Sableia with horrors spreading terrors beyond the high seven seas of sins.
the ugly writers

May The Night Take Me

She wouldn’t look at me, but kissed me hard and told me she loved me. Loved me so much it hurt. As I laid in that bed wincing from the pain in my leg, I didn’t ask her to promise she would return to me.